Tiger son is lying on the bed quietly. There is a piece of paper on his eyebrow. There is a copper coin on the paper.

he was pale and his eyes were closed. If it wasn't for the chest that was still slightly undulating, he thought it was a dead man.

"what should I do, Taoist priest? Tiger has been in a coma all the time." The aunt stroked her grandson's face and said anxiously.

"don't worry, aunt. I'm trying to find a way." I said that after measuring the tiger with my index finger, I still found nothing wrong.

this is the place that gives me the most headache....